17. You, who swelter in your clotheswhen calm lies over the land from the south,
18. Can you with him spread out the firmament of the skies,hard as a molten mirror?
19. Teach us then what we shall say to him;we cannot, for the darkness, make our plea.
20. Will he be told about it when I speak?Can anyone talk when he is being destroyed?
21. Rather, it is as the light that cannot be seenwhile it is obscured by the clouds,till the wind comes by and sweeps them away.
22. From Zaphon the golden splendor comes,surrounding God’s awesome majesty!